Граф Монте-Крісто

The Beggar.

           

           "Oh,asforthat,I’lltakeyoutoasplendidplace,"saidthemanwiththehandkerchief;andtakingthehorse’sbitheledthetilburywhereitwascertainlyimpossibleforanyonetowitnessthehonorthatAndreaconferreduponhim.

           "Don’tthinkIwantthegloryofridinginyourfinecarriage,"saidhe;"oh,no,it’sonlybecauseIamtired,andalsobecauseIhavealittlebusinesstotalkoverwithyou."

           "Come,stepin,"saidtheyoungman.Itwasapitythisscenehadnotoccurredindaylight,foritwascurioustoseethisrascalthrowinghimselfheavilydownonthecushionbesidetheyoungandelegantdriverofthetilbury.Andreadrovepastthelasthouseinthevillagewithoutsayingawordtohiscompanion,whosmiledcomplacently,asthoughwell-pleasedtofindhimselftravellinginsocomfortableavehicle.OnceoutofAuteuil,Andrealookedaround,inordertoassurehimselfthathecouldneitherbeseennorheard,andthen,stoppingthehorseandcrossinghisarmsbeforetheman,heasked"Now,tellmewhyyoucometodisturbmytranquillity?"

           "Letmeaskyouwhyyoudeceivedme?"

           "HowhaveIdeceivedyou?"

           "‘How,’doyouask?WhenwepartedatthePontduVar,youtoldmeyouweregoingtotravelthroughPiedmontandTuscany;butinsteadofthat,youcometoParis."

           "Howdoesthatannoyyou?"

           "Itdoesnot;onthecontrary,Ithinkitwillanswermypurpose.

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